The artist.

He took a slim, soft shard of charcoal from his satchel

And with a straight face
He started carefully, most delicately sketching the curves of her body

She was a kaleidoscope to explore, his expression wanted more,

In his eye's she reflected a silhouette  sculpture of simplicity, yet defined like a flower delicate, and pure

Demurely glancing his face
Began to change, flush ambrosia cheeks to shine
A smile from ear to ear

She was beautiful from top to toe, front to rear 

He carefully shaded below her neck , the slightest creases he could see,
Thinking to himself, an artist

She from all, had chosen he.